Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2010 19:36:09 +0100
From: budbundy_no@hotmail.com
Subject: Jonas Loves Robbie. Part 11.
Welcome to another edition of my favorite boys. I hope you don't mind Kris
taking more center stage as he's so much fun to write for. Feel free to let
me know at budbundy_no@hotmail.com.
CHAPTER 11.
"KRIS!!!" little Natalie screamed as she ran a million miles an hour. Kris
just managed to hunker down and scoop her up. He had to stumble back a step
as she hit him rather hard.
"Nattie, be careful," her mother warned her.
Kris just smiled at her as he cradled the little girl in a tight hug. When
he let go she didn't. He swung her onto his hip and sat down on the couch
with her on one leg.
"Hey sis, I'm gonna need Kris now, OK?" Robbie told her about five minutes
later. With a pout she let go of Kris' neck and got up.
"Bye, sweetie," Kris waved from the door which brought the smile back on
the girl's face.
He asked Robbie where they were going as they headed down the street.
"I thought we might go and buy a wedding cake before we go over to Jonas'
house. Natalie prefers banana cream," he answered him.
Kris gave him a punch in the arm at the jibe, muttering 'asshole'. Robbie
laughed as they turned a corner and headed for the woods. They reached the
clearing that led down to the highway and lay down on the grass.
"What are we doing here, Robbie?"
"We're going flying."
Kris looked at him funny. Robbie just chuckled and lay back, patting the
ground next to him. Puzzled Kris lay down next to him and off they went.
Kris took off from the ground, going as high as he could so he could scan
the area below. He saw a beautiful boy of about 14 and dived down to
surprise him from behind. He brushed his hands through the boy's long hair,
making the boy spin around. Then Kris tapped him on the other side while
hovering right above his head. He bent his head and giggled in the boy's
ear. He turned his head up, shocked at seeing a boy flying. The boy's long
hair didn't give Kris a good look at his face, no matter how hard he
tried. Instead, he just held out his hand for the other boy to take. As
they took off together, Kris told the boy to just hang on and let go and
fly on his own. They slid further and further apart, until only their
fingers touched. Then the boy let go with a laugh of joy. Kris flew after
him, trying to get a good look at his face, but he never seemed to manage.
Even when the other boy gave him a hug and pulled back to look at him, Kris
couldn't see anything. Instead he ran his hand down the boy's side.
"Why can't I see you," Kris asked.
The boy just giggled and fell down a foot. He unbuckled Kris and tore his
pants and boxers down in the front. Kris groaned as he felt a warm mouth
envelop his limp penis. Kris quickly grew hard as the boy used a very
expert tongue.
"Why can't I see you," Kris asked.
"Don't worry, I can't see you properly either," a sweet melodious voice
said before sucking him in again. The boy had a strength to his mouth that
squeezed Kris almost painfully. The boy's hands felt up Kris' buttocks and
he was soon inserting a finger inside his tight sphincter. The finger
probed his prostrate and that, plus the tight suction around him, sent Kris
off like a rocket. Large volleys shot out of his dick and down the gullet
of the boy whose tongue massaged the underside of his shaft.
Then the boy was gone, flying fast. By the time he had gotten his leg wear
back on the boy was out of sight. Kris looked straight down and saw his own
body next to Robbie and he dove for it.
Kris opened his eyes on the ground and looked down on the strings of white
cum that covered his chest. He let his penis go and looked over at Robbie.
"That was awesome. You should write some of your ideas down."
"Nah, this is for me and Jonas. And now you and whoever you end up with."
"You could of at least said what he looked like."
"Of course not, stupid. That's for you to find out. Now let's go, Jonas
should be impatient. He'd really hate to meet his soon to be stepdaddy
alone."
Robbie helped Kris clean his torso of cum, sharing it between them. Boy,
Robbie was gonna miss the taste of him.
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When they entered Jonas' apartment he greeted them both with one of his
dazzling smiles.
"Thanks for coming. The guy should be here in about 20 minutes," Jonas said
gratefully.
Waiting for the guest to arrive, Jonas showed the way to his room and the
moment the door was closed behind them, Robbie and Jonas locked lips. Kris
watched them, knowing full well what it was like to kiss both sets of lips.
Kris just sat down on the bed and drank in the sight of the two stunning
teens hugging each other's bodies close. What a cute couple they made, Kris
thought before exiting the room again to give them some privacy.
"So, what's on the agenda for dinner tonight," he asked Jonas' mom in the
kitchen.
"Oh, I just threw a casserole together. Chicken. Hope you like?"
"I do, thanks. Can I stay here with you until they arrive? The guys wanted
some..uhm..private time."
The lady giggled, making Kris smile too.
"I can imagine. Jonas is a nervous wreck about tonight. Some kisses might
calm him down."
Kris blushed over how frank she was about the whole thing. He admired her
for it. He could only hope his own parents would be as understanding when
the time came.
"You know...I, uh...I don't know if they've told you about me, but I'm,
uh...g-gay, too," Kris said, looking down at the floor. God, the words felt
good to say, getting it out in front of an adult. Still, he couldn't bring
himself to look up at the woman.
She gently took hold of his chin and lifted his head up.
"No, sweetie, they didn't tell me. But, I'm glad you did. Feel free to
bring it up with me anytime. I'm sure it feels good to be able to be open
about it."
"Thank you. I, uh...wanna tell the rents...I mean, Mom and Dad, but every
time I think about it I chicken out. And when I do try, the words always
gets stuck in my throat."
He was blushing furiously now, but he held her gaze.
"Well, Kris, in the meantime, feel free to come to me. And when you do
intend to tell, if you want me to, I can come with you, even tell them for
you."
But he shook his head. "No. That's my job, but thanks for the offer."
Then he clammed up completely as the doorbell rang. She asked him to go get
the boys while she opened the door. Kris went into the room where he found
the boyfriends humping up against the wall. He cleared his throat loudly.
"Didn't you guys hear the doorbell," he said, making them break apart. He
giggled when they turned to him with raging hardons pressed against their
pants. "You might wanna fix those before you leave the room."
They looked down and concentrated hard to get rid of two hardons that
didn't want to go away. Finally he saw the front of their pants sink. All
three went out in the hallway where Jonas' mom beckoned them over.
In the hallway stood a man about six feet tall and built like a football
player. He was handsome for an old guy, around 43 with a friendly look
about him.
"Frank," she said, putting a hand on Jonas' shoulder. "This is my son,
Jonas."
Jonas shook the man's hand, introducing himself. At least he didn't ruffle
my hair, was all Jonas could think.
"And this is his boyfriend, Robbie," she said, motioning to the tall, black
boy.
"MOM!!!" Jonas said, shocked. He couldn't believe she outed them like that.
"Jesus," was all Robbie could muster.
"Oh, relax you two. I invited him here because he was fine with it when I
told him. It won't go any further. Trust me."
The man smiled warmly at them.
"And the only reason she told me is because one of my brothers is gay. Your
secret is more than safe with me."
The two boys relaxed more at his words and the sincerity in his voice, but
still shook their head at Jonas' mom.
"And you are?" the man asked, holding a hand out to a giggling Kris.
Kris shook his hand. "Hi, I'm gay. My name is Kris."
Robbie and Jonas stared at him in disbelief, not knowing that he had
already told Jonas' mom. Kris just smiled at them. He hadn't felt more
relaxed and at ease in years, telling someone he was gay, not just once,
but twice, in one day.
Suddenly a boy was at Frank's side. "Fine dad, I'll come in and meet the
lady, if it's so important," he said with a pout.
Jonas, Kris and Robbie stared at the boy. You could have picked their jaws
up off the floor. Neither of them had seen a more gorgeous creature in
their whole life. Jonas stared at the boy's eyes. They were so big you
could hardly see the white in his eyes, a brown colour so deep it just
barely crossed over into black.
Holy shit, Robbie was thinking, looking at such incredibly succulent
lips. Full lips, wide lips, a natural pout to his lower lip. His hardon was
back with a vengeance and he had to grab his wrist, trying to use both
hands to cover himself.
Kris too, was awestruck at the beauty in front of him. How he wanted to
reach out and run his hands through the boy's long, incredibly thick, dark
brown locks.
"So, who's my wannabe stepbrother to be," the boy said brashly, sizing the
three teenagers up.
"This is my son, Darryl," Frank introduced. "And that would be Jonas over
here," he answered the boy.
Kris just stared at him as Darryl introduced himself to the two others. He
stared at the boy's slim hips, a generous butt poking at the seat of his
jeans. Kris felt he shouldn't stare, the boy's thin, small frame put his
age at no more than 11. When the time came for the kid to shake his hand,
it sent a shockwave of pleasure slowly up and down his spine.
"Why not show Darryl your room, Jonas," his mother asked him.
"Sure, mom," Jonas answered and led the way.
Suddenly Darryl bumped into Robbie and accidentally pushed him hard into
the room.
"Oops. Tripped over my feet." He turned towards all three, threw his head a
little sideways to get the hairlocks out of his eyes.
Things were a little awkward as they all sat down, looking for something to
say.
"So Darryl...," Jonas tried.
"Please, skip the Darryl. Hate the name. I use my initials."
"Which are?" Robbie asked.
"Darryl Antonio Torres Aikwell. I use all four."
All three boys started thinking at once. "Your name is Data?" Kris asked
first.
Data nodded. "Skip the TNG jokes, I've heard them all."
Kris had to smile. Even the boy's voice sent tingles though him. Get real,
he thought, the boy was just a kid.
"I'm 13 by the way. Just in case you probably thought I was younger."
This little thing was 13? That made Kris' cock jump in his pants. It
brought new interest back into his eyes. He kept sneaking glances at the
boy throughout their stay in the room for the next 10 minutes, until they
were all called into dinner.
The boys found out from Data that he had a brother a little older, but he
had the sniffles and was relaxing in bed, having urged his father to go
without him.
"Probably jacking off to a Justin Bieber song," Data said, making Kris gag
on the words he was about to utter.
Data looked at them all. "Yeah, he's gay. You guys got a problem with
that?"
Jonas and Robbie burst into laughter. They'd wanted to be close since the
boy entered the room and chose the opportunity to join hands.
"Nope, no problem," Jonas said, giving his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.
Data gave them big eyes, a surprised look that brought some rosy colour to
his pale cheeks.
"Well, fuck me!" was all he said. "Not literally," he said, when his
outburst sunk in. Then he laughed too, a musical sound that punched Kris
right in the gut. Was everything about this boy so exiting? His heart sank
though. If the boy was this accepting of gays, he would have told them if
he was too. Right?
"How much older is your brother?" Kris asked.
"Why, you gay too?"
"Just curious," Kris said. Somehow he didn't feel like outing himself to
the kid.
Data didn't seem to notice that Kris avoided answering the question. "About
a minute older," he said. "We're twins, pretty much only our parents can
tell us apart. I still think I'm much cuter though; my girlfriend says so,"
he finished with a giggle.
Girlfriend? Data asked if they wanted to see her and brought out his cell
phone, showing them a picture of a teenage girl around 13. Very pretty
girl.
"Only guy with a girlfriend in my grade. They can't resist me," He giggled
again.
What a waste was the word that went through all three minds at once. Data
got up to borrow the bathroom, tripping on a sweater thrown on the floor,
falling into the door. "Oops. Tripped again," he giggled.
"Not exactly the stepbrother from hell if it comes to that," Jonas said.
Kris could finally remove the arms from his lap, revealing a raging boner
to his friends.
"Now might be your chance, Kris," Robbie said. Kris looked at him funny.
"Not him silly," Jonas said. "Think about it. Data has a brother. A
twin. Which means just as beautiful. Just as hot. Same tight ass and gay to
boot. We're bound to meet him."
The possibility sent warmth through every inch of Kris. Finally, they were
called into dinner. Going past the bathroom, Data came out, crashing into
Kris, knocking them both on the floor.
"Oops," Data said, helping Kris up and went to the dining room.
"Man, he's a walking disaster area," Robbie said.
Kris heart sank down into the pit of his stomach during dinner. It seemed
only Frank lived in town. The twins were just visiting, as they lived with
their mother in New York. Great, he'd hardly ever see them, was all Kris
could think about. Jonas and Robbie felt for him when they saw the way his
spirits and good mood sank.
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The next day, Kris walked slowly down the street, giving every small rock
he saw a swift kick. Wasn't life just unfair? He had a chance to meet the
most gorgeous boy in the world, knowing he was gay...and he lived across
the country. Yeah, he knew nothing may come of it even if they got to meet,
but what the fuck? All he wanted was a boy to love, just like the best
friends he'd ever had, got to have each other. Was the twin really
precisely alike the heavenly creature from the night before? Just the
thought of getting his hands on that mouthwatering butt he'd caught
glimpses of... SIGH!!! Of course, even with the look of an angel he could
be a serious asshole. Still, he wanted to meet him. He ran for an upcoming
rock, kicking it far ahead. SHIT! It smashed into a car's side mirror. He
took off at a fast run.
When he came to a stop he found himself in front of Burger King. He reached
into his pocket, looking for cash. Finally, he dug a five dollar bill out
of his left back pocket. Why not? He was hungry. Kris placed his order and
went looking for a seat. He saw a boy in a baseball cap and a pair of
sunglasses poking out over his ears. Eye candy for lunch, at least
something to brighten the day, even if he was young. Young? Data had looked
young! He looked to the side. Brown hair sticking under the cap, sizable
lips.
Could he be that lucky? Oh, please, please, please.
"Data?" he tried.